"Hermione, why do we even have to do this?"

"What Ron"

"Why did you call and arrange a date, You knew I wouldn't forget."

Hermione had to think for a second. Oh shit it was their anniversary. "Well..."

"And like I wouldn't remember where our first date was?" He shook his head "I may be a bit thick at times, but really, like my mother wouldn't have told me and all my brothers that it was of the upmost importance that we all remember aniverseries after my father forgot one and was kicked out for a week and a half?"

"Really?"

He blushed "thats why there's a two year gap between Charlie and Percy"

"Oh." Hermione lapsed as well. "You count that as our first date?"

"What the dinner we had here. Of course."

"Ron, it was an assignment."

He looked around, his eyes drifting over the plaque, heralding the fallen of that night.

"It was still special 'Mione." he said smiling softly.

"Ron, I can't see you anymore." Hermione gulped, she wasn't good. This was making it worse. She had already forgotten their anniversary, and apparently where they had their first date. But she remembered where the port key was to transport to Malfoy mansion even though she'd only used to once. She remembered how Draco's skin looked in the moonlight as he stroked her hair.

Ron's freckled body was already disappearing from her mind, the places that he liked to be touched, where he hated to be tickled. She couldn't remember. Instead Draco's ability to be a lover, to give as well as receive. To sleep after without Hermione feeling let down.

That Draco laughed when she started screaming at her instead of Ron's ability to just get her madder.

"What?"

"I can't be with you Ron."

"Why not?"

"I'm." She gulped, how does she explain that to the man that everyone wants her to get with that she can't be with him because she can't give him red headed children, or that she doesn't want a large family, or that screaming matches are making her horse and she can't deal with the fact that everyone is on his side except one person. And that person is cool and sweet and is perfect for her.

"I'm not in love with you anymore."

"Mione. I'll change."

"Ron. My name is Hermione."

"I know."

"What made you think I wanted a nickname?"

"What does this have to do with anything?" He gulped "I can't be without you."

"Ron. I can't be with you." She finally says, even though she saw the black box when she got in. She knows the ring is wrong even when she's never seen it. Because her and Ron were never perfect for each other.

She was just too good to see it.

Author's Notes: One more chapter in this baby.